prismatica | Text: UN: lan.furen

I suppose...if he knows then it's fine.

[Oh, it's Wei Wuxian...the same one he met or another one? Why are things like this he's constantly confused. Well. There's one way to find out.]

Sisheng Peak, Chu Wanning.

[But also....belatedly, he realizes something.......that user name!]

Aren't you a man?

Everyone is so concerned for him! I suppose I should be glad he managed to make friends.

[It was almost shocking!]

A pleasure to meet you Chu Wanning.

[He thought it had been cute, but of course everyone has to question it and have issues.]

So what if I'm a man? Should I not declair who I belong to? I am very much Lan Zhan's wife.

I'm not sure I'd call us friends, exactly. We get along and I respect him.

[...look. He's a tsundere. Let him live.

And that answers the question. This is not the same Wei Wuxian. At least he knows now.

Also, it's not as if he has issues with it but it was...unexpected.]

Would you not be this Lan Zhan's husband in that case?

[Also he's kind of amazed to hear someone declare this so boldly! There's a different between calling yourself Lan Furen and declaring 'I belong to this person!' (at least, to him anyway) and this is...this is so shameless!]

Very well, more than he has ever gotten in all the years I have known him.

[Perhaps an exaggeration, but it felt true in his heart.]

I am. But, I also moved to his sect and am taken care of.

[And perform widely duties but he wasn't actually so shameless to say that to someone he had just met.]

Is that not also a wife?

[He can have both!]

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[...well. When put like that...it does make a strange sort of sense...maybe.]

You could still be his husband! Or his partner. Isn't it a little strange to call yourself a wife when a wife is supposed to be a woman?

[.......why is he even arguing about this.]

I am still his husband. But who says a wife has to be a woman? What are the duties of a wife?

Lan Fujun just doesn't have the same ring to it though.

[Why are you asking him!? Does he look--seem like someone who'd have a wife? Or be married at all!?

It's lucky this is over text because he would have said all of that before he remembered Taxian-Jun's assertion that, in fact he does become married at some point in the future eight years. In fact, he marries his disciple.

So his expression goes from furious to furiously blushing for a moment.

Excuse the delay in the reply as he takes a couple of minutes just to get his embarrassment under control. Why does he even need to do that when he's replying in text? That's just how he does things don't judge him.]

It'd be more accurate.

[Yes, after that pause he just decided not to answer those questions at all.

And yet...now he feels troubled. Compared to this person, he hasn't...been able to acknowledge his relationship with Mo Ran to anyone. Had only barely said anything about it and only when he'd been drunk and even then, he hadn't...named who it was he was in love with.

Should I not declare who I belong to?

He can't help but wonder...does it bother Mo Ran, that Chu Wanning couldn't be honest around other people...sometimes not even to Mo Ran about this? He was the sort of person who felt actions spoke louder than words and yet...]

How can you say such things so casually? Doesn't it bother you that anyone could read all this?

[So fussy, he had never cared for rules and expectations. At least not the ones that mattered so much. Which caring whether you were a woman or not was one of them. He had nothing to be ashamed about and had earned his right to shout his love to the heavens and earth.]

Not at all, let everyone know, I'm not ashamed or shy about it. My face is thick and if they don't like it or have a problem or want to start something with me I'll fight them with all I have. I want the world to know that I, Wei Wuxian, love Lan Wangji more than anyone else in the world, and that Lan Wangji loves Wei Wuxian more than anyone else in the world. That we belong to each other and are cultivation partners.

[Chu Wanning was not someone given to envy often. And yet...envy was the only word for the feeling making his chest tight.

While Chu Wanning could fight anyone who tried to start something with him the idea of declaring to everyone what his feelings were was...terrifying. Cutting out his own spirit core seemed less terrifying.

And to be so certain that he loved and was loved more than anyone in this world...how could he believe either of those things? Until Mo Ran, no one had ever loved him, no one had ever seen him as someone precious or been glad to have him. And he...he couldn't even say half of these things in the privacy of his own home let alone in public like this.]

How can you be so certain?

[Immediately after he sent it, he regretted it. The question seemed too fragile or maybe just like he's questioning Wei Wuxian. The latter would cause unfortunate misunderstandings but the former was unacceptable to Chu Wanning's thin face so he quickly sends a second one:]

Nevermind. Pretend I didn't ask.

[Too late it was asked and he was willing. Forget taking it back, allow him to explain, to tell and share!]

Because he stands with me through hardship and joy. He supports me even at my worst. He waited for me even when I died.... We went through so much, and almost missed each other, but fate found a way to fix it. I will never have doubts. Not anymore.

[How nice.]

[Except then he does a double take because....HOLD UP WHAT WAS THIS ABOUT DYING?]

You died?

I did, but now I have a second life to make up for my past mistakes.

How had you been brought back?

[Here he had to pause, it was an unfortunate situation]

A very unhappy person performed a sacrifice summon.

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[He knew enough about the risks behind the resurrection spell where he's from, familiar enough with the price of the Forbidden spells and souls to understand that the price for such a thing can't be anything but high.]

What happened to that person? What is the state of their soul?

It was returned to the earth.

[Even in the privacy of his apartment, his expression remains controlled and aloof...but there's no helping the flash of worry in his eyes.

Just as well, this is all happening over text.]

Would the summon have damnaged the soul? Will it be able to pass on and reincarnate properly?

I don't know... that sort of exchange it.... The price is high and his despair was deep.

[On his end, he shut his eyes and breathed in deeply. It was tragic...even more si because these sort of things seem to happen everywhere.

Then he opened his eyes again and there was a flint of steel there. Because he may be hopeless in everything else but cultivation was one area where he was confident in.]

Tell me everything you know about what he did.

[Perhaps things weren't unsalvageable. Maybe there was still a way to guarrantee tgat person could move on safely.

He was willing to try and see if anything could be done.]

The ritual itself uses the caster's body as payment, offering it up as a vessel to the spirit they are summoning. Generally, the spirit will be an evil spirit and usually, such things are done in a desperate need for revenge. When performing the ritual the caster is supposed to state what they wish the spirit to do. The spirit will then do those tasks and once completed obtain the body as their own. He drew the array properly but did not state what he needed. He also copied it from an incomplete page.

The array is also drawn in blood.... There was so much, that... he probably would not have lived if he had failed.

Once the ritual is finished the caster's soul leaves the mortal realm instantly. There is no lingering, it is an exchange. I'm not sure if he went back into the reincarnation cycle immediately, or... went to wherever I might have been.

As you can guess he was greatly abused and not of sound mind when he performed this....

[He reads every word carefully.]

To be so driven by despair and vengeance that they'd condemn their soul to the place where evil spirits lurk....though I will not condone such an action, if it is the result of great suffering then the blame cannot solely be put on his shoulders.

I would like to study the array if you could make me a copy. And know more about what happened to you that you could be considered an evil spirit...unless you were summoned simply because it the array was copied from an incomplete page.

[And this didn't work.

But then after a brief pause he added.]

If you do not wish to share it here I can tell you where to find me.

I do not blame him his anger, though, he asked for the wrong person. It isn't so much for evil spirits as for spirits that can not be contacted with other methods, and a means to bind them. I am not an evil spirit and I had not lingered in the world. Calling me was impossible outside such a drastic and forceful method.

[He had already moved on to pay for his sins.]

And I don't mind sharing though i can't say i can draw it perfectly from memory. Oh, and I was a deliberate target. Either through suggestion or assumption. I was quite vilified in my life, though I assure you most of the rumors were baseless and outright lies made to scare.

Even if it is imperfect, it's better than nothing.

[But also...]

Why were you villified?

[And then, realizing that this wasn't something he should be asking in public like this...also, like. No one should be sharing potentially dangerous arrays, however imperfect the drawing, over the network, probably!]

You can tell me in person. Just pluck the centre from the messenger haitang when it arrives.

[And then...no messages follow after not to clarify or to give an address or directions. Except after a few minutes, there's a golden haitang blossom made of spirtual energy floating over to him and it hovers in front of him. If he does pluck out the centre, there's a man's voice giving him instructions to an apartment, one of the ones new people are given because Chu Wanning has never bothered to move out.]

[It was quite unique, and he had to use all of his will power to not try and inspect how it all worked. He really wanted to study the method and see if he could recreate it. He could hold his curiosity though and ask how it was done later.

He carefully followed the instruction and had no opinions of the provided housing. He had never even moved into one and didn't particularly care that much about where he lived as long as those he cared about were around him.]

Hello?

[He knocked on the door.]

If you really want to know my story, I assure you, it's boring and unfun.

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